30 Thoughts - The Doctor 9/10
Title: 30 Thoughts - The Doctor 9/10
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
One Six
Two Seven
Three Eight
Four
Five
Chair
There was only one actual chair in the console room, lamely called the “console chair.” The Doctor rarely sat in it, preferring to pace around the actual console instead. Rose often sat there, watching him with his tinkering, often reading a magazine or book. After she’d leave the room, usually when it was time for some tea or for bed, he’d absent-mindedly sit, replacing her on her perch, breathing in her perfume. He never noticed he did this. Only when Rose left the Tardis for good did he realize and feel the emptiness in his chest even more.
Computer
As intelligent and futuristic as the Doctor is, he never quite took to computers. Of course, he appreciated them, most of the time they saved his life as well as his companions’ lives, so they were good by his book. After Rose Tyler came aboard the Tardis, he’d notice that she took to typing on a laptop while resting in her room in between adventures. He never mentioned it, leaving her to her privacy. Then one night, after a decidedly close call in which he was confronted with the possibility of losing her, once again, he asked her about it. “What’s with the laptop then?” he tried to sound nonchalant, but the curiosity had been burning within him for quite sometime. She smiled, pressing her tongue against her teeth, knowing full well that the curiosity was becoming too much for him. She had been surprised it took him this long to ask. “I keep my diary in it,” she said, simply, her smile having grown quite wide. He groaned internally. More secrets? Again, feigning disinterest, he asked, “And what sorts of things do you...type...about? Mickey, the Idiot?” He chuckled. She had maintained her smile as she pushed herself from the console coral and turned toward her room. The Doctor’s grin faded. “Where you off to then?” he yelled. He could hear her chuckle softly, “Gonna go type in my diary!” He slumped down further in his chair, finding himself hating computers just a tiny bit.
Mouse
He didn’t think he could be surprised anymore by his loyal companion. However, she kept doing just that, time and time again. The latest had happened the other night on the Tardis. He’d been reading Dickens in the library when he heard Rose shriek. He took off running, causing the book to fall and be trampled by his feet on his way out the door. The Tardis helped shift the rooms and hallways for him to get to Rose sooner. When he got to her room, her back was the first thing he saw, hunched over. He bit his lip reluctantly, unsure of what had happened. He peered in the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Rose?” his voice sounded oddly husky, disrupting the silence. He cleared his throat, “Rose, are you okay? I heard you yell.” At the sound of his question, she turned to face him. She was smiling. He grined in response and looked down at her hands. They seemed to be clutching something, rather gently. He stepped in her room, walking until he was close enough to touch her. Which he wasn’t about to do, of course. “Look Doctor, isn’t he cute?” she asked. He took a closer look at her hands and saw that she was holding a coffee-colored field mouse. It was squeaking happily in her hands. The Doctor chuckled at the endearing sight of Rose cuddling the tiny creature. “But Rose, I heard you shriek, you worried me!” his tone had been accusing, but a warm smile was spread on his face. Her smile grew, “He surprised me! But he’s so cute!” The Doctor shook his head softly. Women were known for being afraid of the most gentle of creatures, be it mice or insects. But not his Rose, she was truly the most gentle of them all.
Ten
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
One Six
Two Seven
Three Eight
Four
Five
Chair
There was only one actual chair in the console room, lamely called the “console chair.” The Doctor rarely sat in it, preferring to pace around the actual console instead. Rose often sat there, watching him with his tinkering, often reading a magazine or book. After she’d leave the room, usually when it was time for some tea or for bed, he’d absent-mindedly sit, replacing her on her perch, breathing in her perfume. He never noticed he did this. Only when Rose left the Tardis for good did he realize and feel the emptiness in his chest even more.
Computer
As intelligent and futuristic as the Doctor is, he never quite took to computers. Of course, he appreciated them, most of the time they saved his life as well as his companions’ lives, so they were good by his book. After Rose Tyler came aboard the Tardis, he’d notice that she took to typing on a laptop while resting in her room in between adventures. He never mentioned it, leaving her to her privacy. Then one night, after a decidedly close call in which he was confronted with the possibility of losing her, once again, he asked her about it. “What’s with the laptop then?” he tried to sound nonchalant, but the curiosity had been burning within him for quite sometime. She smiled, pressing her tongue against her teeth, knowing full well that the curiosity was becoming too much for him. She had been surprised it took him this long to ask. “I keep my diary in it,” she said, simply, her smile having grown quite wide. He groaned internally. More secrets? Again, feigning disinterest, he asked, “And what sorts of things do you...type...about? Mickey, the Idiot?” He chuckled. She had maintained her smile as she pushed herself from the console coral and turned toward her room. The Doctor’s grin faded. “Where you off to then?” he yelled. He could hear her chuckle softly, “Gonna go type in my diary!” He slumped down further in his chair, finding himself hating computers just a tiny bit.
Mouse
He didn’t think he could be surprised anymore by his loyal companion. However, she kept doing just that, time and time again. The latest had happened the other night on the Tardis. He’d been reading Dickens in the library when he heard Rose shriek. He took off running, causing the book to fall and be trampled by his feet on his way out the door. The Tardis helped shift the rooms and hallways for him to get to Rose sooner. When he got to her room, her back was the first thing he saw, hunched over. He bit his lip reluctantly, unsure of what had happened. He peered in the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Rose?” his voice sounded oddly husky, disrupting the silence. He cleared his throat, “Rose, are you okay? I heard you yell.” At the sound of his question, she turned to face him. She was smiling. He grined in response and looked down at her hands. They seemed to be clutching something, rather gently. He stepped in her room, walking until he was close enough to touch her. Which he wasn’t about to do, of course. “Look Doctor, isn’t he cute?” she asked. He took a closer look at her hands and saw that she was holding a coffee-colored field mouse. It was squeaking happily in her hands. The Doctor chuckled at the endearing sight of Rose cuddling the tiny creature. “But Rose, I heard you shriek, you worried me!” his tone had been accusing, but a warm smile was spread on his face. Her smile grew, “He surprised me! But he’s so cute!” The Doctor shook his head softly. Women were known for being afraid of the most gentle of creatures, be it mice or insects. But not his Rose, she was truly the most gentle of them all.
Ten